Saturday, October 15, 2011

I wake up each morning, and I have no idea where the day will lead.....

...but I know that I continue to be excited about where I'm going.....

I celebrated 54 yesterday, quietly thanking my Mother and Father for giving me life.
I have had the opportunity to experience more than I ever dreamed possible, and there is more to come.

Today's devotional (Matthew 25: 21) began, "take risks for God..."
"the only mistake is not to risk making one..."
"go out on a limb; He won't let you fall..."
"take a big risk; He won't let you fail..."

At present, I'm obsessed with finding and reading Paris blogs. I love the pictures, and the stories they tell.

After dinner at Bodega, aboard a boat docked on the Seine, across from Notre Dame, she introduced herself (a famous foreign actress), told us the gloves were made in Spain and worn on her most recent movie. She was very personable and talked to us with casual, non-rushed ease; she was traveling to NYC within hours.

If you are homesick for Paris, here is one of many sites overflowing with images of the great city.
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Friday, October 7, 2011

I hear the soundtrack from "The Big Chill" playing in the background...

A friend's father died, and I'm going home. Home...to offer a hug

...and to sit quietly in the church pew as she pays one last tribute to her father while suppressing tears, and I think -breathe - just breathe

...and to stand reverently in the background, under the funeral tent, side ruffles fluttering in the wind, a warm fall breeze floating over the white stones as the minister utters words, hoping to comfort

"FORASMUCH as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in sure and certain hope of the Resurrection to eternal life, through our Lord Jesus Christ..."

home...

The orange glow of afternoon wraps the county roads and rural landscape in a secure blanket--

Combines run the rows, thrashing beans and creating plumes of dust reaching to the heavens--

Tractor-trailor trucks, burdened under the weight of a full load, share the narrow rural roads--

...roads that were built in the track of the snake that today is only skin on the center line---

A crop duster swooping, and spraying, then soaring heavenward just before the tree line---

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food photographer, office manager, weekend baker
At any time, I'm probably reading three books...one for fun, one about cooking, and one photography book.
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